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February 13: Saturday's allrite by me

~this is an entry i sent into this End of the Century Webpage, this guy is
catalouging everyday of the year...Should be an interesting read wants
it's all done.
February 13
Staying up til the cows come marching home
Well, the day started out slovenly. I awoke at 1pm to a slight headache.
That's what hangovers will do for you. I had rehearsal in two hours that
was going to last the rest of the day (10pm to be exact). argh...
So of course instead of getting ready, what do I do but sit on the couch
and watch television until I'm almost late for rehearsal. And I'm the
director!
I'd had way too much fun on Friday night. Sometimes that happens.
Yesterday when I was reading my horoscope, it told me to make time for
friends and to have a ball. Who am I to tell the stars that they are
wrong and that I should sit in my house alone and sulk? Oh no, not me.
And besides, I really needed that nice soiree. I had a fight with Josh
at work, it was over something extremely silly, but because we both always
have to be write and never back down from each other, it escalated into
the point to where I thought it was truly the end. But I'm also overly
dramatic and blow things out of proportion, so it's probably just another
blip on the TeKay/Josh argument-o-rama. but I'm still right: afternoon
means afternoon.
For about only the fifth time in my life, I've been invited to more
parties than I could ever attend. And some I didn't even know that I had
been invited to. Yeah, that's what got me into the whole mess of a
hangover on saturday morning. Five parties in two days is more than any
man can take.
Rehearsal was fine. The show is going up at the end of this week and we
seem to be ready. There is some tweaking that I still need to do with the
cast because some of them simply don't know how to use their bodies on
stage. But they are wrong, that skill takes time to develop in everyone.
During the rehearsal breaks, David (my co-director), Leslie and I head off
to Boston Market for a quick bite and then to Wal-Mart and Michael's to
buy props and costuming for the show. I ended up buying three Wonder
Woman Pez dispensers for Josh and Eris, that I wanted to give to them as a
surprise. The three of us are Wonder Women. W00!
Of course we get back to the rehearsal studio late, that's me...i'm on
CP/TK time, and we run through the show one more time, this run goes much
more smoothly than the first one, but there still seems to be missing a
certain je ne sais quoi. The show doesn't suck completely, but you can
tell that I haven't put much thought into the direction. I think I'm
getting burned out--especially after the rehearsal process that I had with
A WOMAN'S WORK. The lightbulbs aren't going off in the performers heads
as to why they are onstage...and force once I really don't have any good
motivational quip to give them, to help them understand. Argh.
After rehearsal it's off to parties #3, #4, and #5. My fraternity had
it's pledge/big brother mixer last nite. I get there at the ungodly hour
of 11pm and it's almost over...apparently the pledges wore the brothers
who bothered to show up, out. That's a good sign for the pledge class. I
got into a tickling match with one of my brothers, it felt good just to
touch him again. One of the pledges called me old and that didn't go over
well. What a way to make a first impression on an alumnus...you really
want in, don't you.
So after that druken debacle, I headed over to the Mardi Gras party with
the theatre group. Hmmmmm, that was more than interesting...of course we
kept to ourselves and didn't mingle with the non-arts. Leslie of course
had to be told not to dance on the tables, well at least she wasn't crying
like normal.
The third party was almost over by the time I got there at 2am, I hung out
with the host in his bedroom until his girlfriend and his "friend" decided
they needed to talk in the bathroom. We all went downstairs and hung out
into the kitchen until 3am, when the people who were left headed off to
party #4 (Not me, I decided to head home). 5am isn't to late to head off
to bed is it?
Night-Night everyone...rehearsal is in a couple of hours.